"Roooaaarrr…"
A deafening roar echoed from the center of the small town.
"What a racket!"
"My ears hurt…"
Clemont frowned, covering his ears, and turned toward a girl who was sweeping the street.
"Excuse me, what's going on? Why is there suddenly such loud noise?"
He couldn't help but notice something odd—why wasn't this girl affected by the noise at all?
Only when she removed the earplugs in her ears did Clemont realize the truth—she had sound-blocking plugs in the whole time.
"What did you say just now?" she asked, since she hadn't heard a word before.
"Hello, we were wondering why there's been such loud noise. Everyone here seems so used to it."
Serena, Bonnie, and Ash all walked over, curious as well.
"That's because the Snorlax fell asleep again," the girl explained with a helpless shake of her head. "Normally, the lazy lord of Shabboneau Castle would play the Poké Flute to wake it up. But lately… he refuses. And all the residents here are troubled."
Snorlax, after digging through the soil for roots, always collapsed from exhaustion and slept soundly. In the mountains of Camphrier Town stood Shabboneau Castle, where the lord annually used the Poké Flute to wake Snorlax.
The Poké Flute was a rare and mystical tool capable of rousing any slumbering Pokémon.
Ash immediately remembered the original storyline.
To wake Snorlax properly, the flute was required. Forcing it awake with brute strength was possible, yes, but it would sour Snorlax's bond with the townsfolk—a future Ash didn't want to see.
And he also knew why the lord of Shabboneau Castle refused to play the flute…
Because the flute had been stolen by a spoiled little princess named Allie.
This girl lived not far from Camphrier Town, in the extravagant Parfum Palace. She was the pampered daughter of a wealthy family, raised spoiled and arrogant, used to seizing whatever caught her eye.
One day, she happened upon the Poké Flute. Naturally, she took it for herself. The poor Lord Shabboneau couldn't even get it back when he begged.
Of course, Ash could just buy a Poké Flute from the system shop… but where would the fun in that be?
This princess was the perfect opportunity to mess with Clemont—just like in the original! Heh heh!
"My, my. No wonder Furfrou rushed over—it's because strangers dared to set foot in my palace," a voice rang out.
A pink-haired girl appeared, surrounded by a flock of maids.
As she strolled forward, one maid scattered rose petals above her head, while the girl herself fanned her face delicately with a pink folding fan.
"Come here, Furfrou. Don't bother yourself with those filthy people. You'll get yourself dirty."
"Bark!"
This, without a doubt, was the spoiled young lady of Parfum Palace. She called herself Princess Allie.
"What a rude way to talk!" Clemont muttered, glaring. Serena, too, was fuming.
"Hey! You stole the Poké Flute from Lord Shabboneau. Hand it back! Otherwise, Snorlax in Camphrier Town can't be woken up. It's wrong to take what doesn't belong to you!" Bonnie shouted angrily, with Dedenne echoing a sharp "Dene!"
Allie smirked.
"Haha… what belongs to others is mine, and what belongs to me is still mine. And whatever I hold in my hands is mine most of all. You brats shouldn't—"
Her words froze when she noticed Pikachu perched on Ash's shoulder.
Her eyes sparkled.
"I declare that Pikachu is mine now! Hand it over. I'll trade you mountains of gold and jewels in return."
At her signal, a maid wheeled over an entire cart overflowing with necklaces, pearls, and gold bars.
Ash just looked at her like she was an idiot. Money really did rot this girl's brain. Poor parents.
Noticing his disdain, Princess Allie's cheeks flushed with indignation. If money didn't work, she still had her "strong" Furfrou.
"Fine then! Let's battle. If your Pikachu can defeat my Furfrou, I'll return the Poké Flute!"
Serena opened her mouth to refuse such a ridiculous condition, but Ash agreed instantly.
Serena smirked then leaned close, whispering in his ear, "Teach that princess a good lesson."
If even kind-hearted Serena couldn't tolerate her arrogance, then this girl had crossed the line.
Soon after, Clemont took the role of referee, and Ash and Princess Allie squared off in the palace's grand battle hall. Pikachu and Furfrou took their places.
"Furfrou! Show them your power! Use Charge Beam!"
An Electric-type move? Against Pikachu?
How naïve.
"Pikachu, use 100,000 Volts!"
These days, Pikachu was so powerful that Ash couldn't even let it unleash a full Thunderbolt lightly anymore.
The blast of electricity ripped through Furfrou's Charge Beam like paper, slamming straight into the Matron-trimmed Furfrou. Its elegant coiffed fur puffed into a giant scorched afro as sparks flew across its body.
The sheer force sent Furfrou hurtling backward—straight into Princess Allie herself!
Her luxurious pink curls instantly frizzed and burned black, while jolts of static coursed across her body.
Crackling, smoking, and wide-eyed, the so-called princess looked anything but elegant now.
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